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[drimocares]

When Taylor Swift wrote: 'I wanna be defined by the things that I love', and Oscar Wilde wrote: 'to define is to limit', and Jorge Luis Borges said: 'I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited'.

[nixscriptum]

[shakespearesdaughters]

[shakespearesdaughters]

[venustapolis]

A Scene at Dusk in Late Autumn (Hugo Darnaut, 1891)

[sparks-and-sparks]

Between Heaven and Earth 1862

Gustave Doré 1832-1883

[fuckindiva]

Homer’s The Iliad (tr. Robert Fagles)

[skylark-234]

[metamorphesque]

My longing knows not of space nor time... Dracula: A Love Tale (dir. Luc Besson), No one has taken anything away…(Marina Tsvetaeva)

[petaltexturedskies]

I think we desperately need to return to analog culture and slow life. Handwritten letters, seeing movies in the cinema, taking pictures and frame them or put them into physical photo albums, reading physical books, in-person visits and interacting, and time spent outdoors. Our lives weren’t meant to be entirely online. The simple joys of tangible living are irreplaceable and can never be taken away from us. No screen can replicate the weight of a book in your hands, the smell of it, the warmth of someone’s voice without lag, or the way time slows when you’re fully present. Memories feel different when they’re not curated for an audience. The most meaningful moments were never meant to be documented; they were meant to be fully lived.

[petaltexturedskies]

In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person’s soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings. Novels change us from within.

Donna Tartt

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Elizabeth Braddon, The Doctor's Wife (1864)

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the epilogue

[mournfulroses]

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[charlottecors]

[aenglaland]

The ruins of Rievaulx Abbey in North Yorkshire. Established in 1132 and dissolved in 1538 by the orders of Henry the 8th during the period of the dissolution of the English Monasteries. It was one of the largest and wealthiest abbeys in England. 

[freshmoviequotes]

Past Lives (2023)